The reception room of Zhizhou Mansion.
Zhang He sat on it, drinking tea and quietly looking at Chu Yue.
Five years ago, he went to the capital and saw Chu Yue from a distance. At that time, Chu Yue was still a child. He didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, he would grow up so big and become so beautiful. He was very similar to Ye Hao. It's a perfect match.
Chuyue was aware of Zhang He's eyes, but she didn't react much. She held the teacup in both hands, her beautiful eyes looking motionlessly at the curtain in front of her, and she was concentrating... and distracted.
The living room is very quiet, and you can vaguely hear the breeze blowing outside.
Soon, the silence was broken.
A burst of steady and solid footsteps disrupted Chuyue's thoughts.
She looked up and saw Fan Han, who had just led them in, leading five people in.
Seeing the young man with a stern and stern face leading the way, Chuyue had a trace of astonishment on her face. She didn't expect to see the man in front of her here.
But then she thought about the relationship between Zhang He and Zhenguo Divine General Mansion, and she felt that it was reasonable.
The leading man with a stern face walked into the living room, glanced at Zhang He, and then looked at Chu Yue and Wang Pengtian aside. Seeing these two people here, a flash of surprise flashed across his stern face, and he frowned. I couldn't help but pick it up.
Fan Han led the five people in. Enduring the severe pain in his arms, he reported to Zhang Hehui: "Sir, these generals want to see you."
Zhang He's face suddenly darkened when he saw Fan Han's arms hanging down. He looked at the stern-faced man and said coldly: "Is this your attitude when visiting?"
The man with a stern face glanced at Zhang He indifferently, "A mere magistrate actually talks to me with such an attitude, slap your mouth!"
The scar-faced man behind him suddenly took a step forward.
Zhang He snorted coldly, drew out his golden sword, and slashed out with one strike.
The man with the scar sneered, and unexpectedly grabbed the white blade with his bare hands, grabbed the golden knife directly, then turned his hand and pulled it out with two palms, hitting Zhang He hard on the face.
Two snaps made Zhang He's cheeks swell, his teeth became loose, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
He took a few steps back and looked at the people in front of him with an extremely ugly expression. Just this scarred man was much stronger than him, and he couldn't resist at all.
"That means the boss is too lazy to be acquainted with you. Otherwise, according to my violent temper, if you dare to draw a knife in front of me, your life will be worse than death!" The scarred man looked at Zhang He and said with a sneer.
Zhang He looked at the stern-faced man and asked, "I wonder what your name is? Why do you come to my house?"
The cold leader did not answer Zhang He's words, but raised his hands to Chu Yue and said, "The last general Yi Xi has met the Ninth Princess."
Chuyue felt unhappy when she saw that Yi Xi and the others were too aggressive, and said calmly, "No need to be polite."
A smile appeared on Yi Xi's stern face, and she asked, "I wonder if the Ninth Princess is here, does she have someone to help you?"
Chuyue frowned, not wanting to answer him. Then Wang Pengtian said calmly: "General Yi, our coming here has nothing to do with you."
"Then the general is talking too much." Yi Xi didn't care about Wang Pengtian's attitude. He looked at Zhang He, his face regained its sternness, "Zhang He, the imperial envoy Guan Qingsheng died in Qingzhou. The murderer was Ye Hao. We are waiting before I receive the order." I came here to bring the murderer to justice on the spot and bring justice to the law. I now order you to hand over Ye Hao!"
Zhang He's heart skipped a beat. Guan Siran, the young master of the Yueshen Sect who had escaped from the battle that morning, knew that Ye Hao had killed Guan Qingsheng. Did Guan Siran report the matter to the court?
Thinking about it carefully, Zhang He felt that it was impossible. Yueshen Sect was almost above the royal family of Daqian Kingdom. Guan Siran had a good status and she was too proud to use this method to deal with Ye Hao.
If this is the case, these people in front of them just want to kill Ye Hao, and the so-called severe punishment of the murderer of the imperial envoy Guan Qingsheng is just an excuse.
But Zhang He didn't know what the relationship between these people in front of him and the Zhenguo Divine General's Mansion were...
Seeing Zhang He deep in thought, Yi Xi said again, "What? Mr. Zhang, do you want to disobey me?"
Zhang He said: "General Yi, Mr. Guan's cultivation is at the first level of Gaowu. You said Ye Hao killed him? Does Ye Hao have this strength?"
Yi Xi said: "I don't know if he has this strength. The order I received is to behead Ye Hao on the spot! You must hand over Ye Hao within one stick of incense, otherwise no chickens or dogs will be left in this huge Zhizhou Prefecture!" "
Zhang He was secretly angry and extremely angry, but these people in front of him were stronger than him, and they were not prepared to reason with him, they were very direct.
Zhang He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even say a harsh word.
It’s so frustrating!
"I asked you to find Ye Hao just now, how is the situation?" Chu Yue suddenly asked Fan Han.
This question immediately made Zhang He nervous, and his heart was in his throat. He would never take the initiative to send Ye Hao to die, even if it cost the lives of the whole family!
He was looking forward to Fan Han saying that he couldn't find Ye Hao at this time.
"I just asked the guard at the door. Young Master Ye Hao went out early in the morning and has not returned yet." Fan Han answered truthfully.
Zhang He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had to find a way to notify Ye Hao and leave Qingzhou as soon as possible.
Yi Xi stared straight at Fan Han, making Fan Han feel a cold air from the soles of his feet to the sky.
"Send everyone to look for him. I'll wait for him here and kill one person every hour. If he doesn't come back in three hours, I don't need to say what the consequences will be." Yi Xi looked at Zhang He and said.
"Haha, you are really brave!"
Ye Yuntian's cold sarcasm came from the door.
Zhang He's face suddenly changed when he heard Ye Yuntian's voice, and he shouted loudly at the door: "Hao'er, leave quickly!"
"court death!"
Seeing that Zhang He dared to warn Ye Hao at this time, the scarred man was looking for death, so he drew out his short knife and stabbed Zhang He in the mouth.
The scarred man had been on the battlefield for a long time and had rich experience in close combat. The knife was struck decisively and quickly, and it was Zhang He who reminded Ye Yuntian when he thrust it out. Zhang He could not avoid it or block it.
A figure suddenly flashed across the crowd and pounced on the scarred man. The sharp sword edge, with a hint of sword intent, pierced the scarred man's vest.
This sword was faster than the scarred man's sword.
The scarred man felt the danger, immediately turned around, and used his short knife to block the sword.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound.
The short knife in the scarred man's hand was cut off.
Then, Ye Yuntian was already close, and before the scarred man could react, he grabbed his right wrist and twisted it violently.
The scarred man felt the strength in that hand, and immediately unleashed his powerful cultivation of the fourth level of martial arts. At the same time, he pushed out with a palm, trying to get rid of the hand.
But, obviously, he failed.
The hand suddenly exerted force, dissipating the energy in the scarred man's arm, and then twisted it again. With a clicking sound, his arm was twisted into a twist and broken into more than a dozen pieces.
A scream resounded in the living room.
